I Have Been There
I have been there. I have seen the images of grandiose creations, ever evolving thoughts. I have believed myself to be the recipient of special knowledge deeded to me by God.

Awake
I listened to my client relate the difficulties of being manic and his quandry of having to accept it. I reflected on my own experience in coming to terms with being Bipolar.

Postponed Arrival
They were going to get me. I had made one mistake and they were going to be sure I made no more. The girl had lost her sight, at least in one eye.

Stigma
As I sat at the conference table, trying to collect my thoughts, I reflected on what to say. The words came hard, a bit harshly. "I am Bipolar".

When Moods Change Dramatically
He sat there in the chair, propped up on one elbow, slouched in the seat. He looked like a deflated elf, his round eyes sunken in their sockets, his skin a gray pallor.

No Exit
They were out to get me. I had made one mistake and they were going
to make sure I made no more. The girl had lost her sight, at least in one eye.
I had blinded her by a simple mistake of misjudging the depth of the beam.

Seeking Goodwill
“We just don’t communicate. He’s got no idea of feelings. About the only time he listens to me is when he wants sex. Well, if he won’t give in, neither will I!”

Thoughts on Anxiety
Overweight and uncoordinated as a child, I was the last picked for sports teams. I brooded over perceived slights, my scattered thinking interfering with my mental health. Anxiety is not about reality as much as it is a reaction to it.